Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.